The Victim Lyrics

The stakes are high

Plus the weights heavy

I've been around the globe

Yeah I've seen plenty

Enough to hold a conversation

An ordinary commentary

Throughout the planet

These underground rappers are buried

Unlimited talent their hands reaching out of the ground

I attempt to lift them up

With a cup that's half full

I pour a little out

Its like rain falling down straight from the clouds

And as we wrestle temptations

The temperatures rising

I'm purging my trauma no longer

Holding on to the drama

I need a shaman in my life

Who prepares me for my rebirth

Place me in the center of the pyramids

Sacred is the seed that's the Earth

I live and I learn I can see that the pain that I feel

Is for growth

A gift I discovered

The strength and the gain

I no longer play the victim

I know you're not to blame

Back and forth through these trap doors

I'm not a walking corpse

I'm not a victim to life circumstance

I circumvent chance and place my self

In a position to advance

And maybe plant medicine is the answer we need

To finally learn to grieve

Well that's cancer relief

Death of the ego

Leaves me to wonder if life has a sequel

I'm standing at the top of a mountain looking down

At the canopy below

It's evening autumn

I don't want to fall but the foliage is so beautiful I hearing it calling me

It sounds like angels singing a symphony

Divinely orchestrated why is heaven so debated

The human race losing touch with the sacred

We're running right past it

I wish we could slow down

I believe in miracles they're happening right now

Imagine waking up with no TV

No electricity and your phone won't work

Check the radio but not one station comes on

Feel the panic outside something is wrong

It's that chest tight feeling why are we even here

If all we do is complain, argue, fight, live with envy

A bunch of hungry hippos

Hippocrates living toxic

Gossip talking behind each others backs

There was once a poem I read from a boy who

Grew up as an adult living that poor me mentality

Raised in poverty

Lack of community

That little boy was me

Chaos created family

No longer do I cling to my old past

There's a new paradigm for my life at last

I'm waking up from unconscious demands

I've had this monster under my bed

Now I hold his hand